There is a nightmare that often haunts me, About a river oozing out to sea, Trapped on a raft without even an oar, Drifting endlessly beyond sight of shore. Sometimes in the distance I'd hear a cry, And brave the river for a chance ally,Swallowing fear, I abandon my raft,To clamor aboard a similar craft, … Continue reading A Stygian Voyage
Tag: Surrealism
A Moment Between the Lines
I paused mid-sentence. I was struggling with a word. When a suitable word failed to manifest, a wave of dissatisfaction washed over me. How could a single word cause me such trouble - toss me down into a maelstrom of my own cognizance? When did the transmission between mind and paper become such a hurdle … Continue reading A Moment Between the Lines
Un città che da neun sentiero era segnato
There’s a reason why misanthropy is considered an aspect of a personality disorder. Pathological bitterness, reflexive ennui, inescapable empathy that only picked out everything loathsome and disgusting about people - no one should be born with these qualities, in this enormity. These were issues that literally ate away one’s insides like a cancer for your … Continue reading Un città che da neun sentiero era segnato
Get Well Soon
August the Eleventh I once had a friend who was very kind, who embodied the very philosophy of philanthropy, and lived in a small manor by herself. I had met her as a child and somehow we seemed to have still remained close friends after so many years, despite not actually having the opportunity to … Continue reading Get Well Soon
The Blue Flower and the Mountain
“At the very edge of the very edge of the world is a village of peaceful farmers, who spend their lives growing their livelihoods from the dead soil. Just east of that village is a mountain of peculiar construction made entirely of jet-black stone. Upon the summit of that mountaintop is a blue flower. It … Continue reading The Blue Flower and the Mountain